Page 24 of Spark
He winks at me. "And is your bedroom on that list?"
I bobble my wine glass. Lucky for me, nothing spills. The lusty look in his eyes fills me with all sorts of ideas. "Should it be?"
"Oh, yeah. Definitely." His gaze glitters as he smiles at me. I’m grateful for the change in the line of conversation.
"Maybe I’ll move it to the top of the list." Flirting is easy and fun, and I grasp hold of it like the lifeline it is.
We devour the rest of the lasagna and a second glass of wine while chatting about our jobs and the next house projects on Finlay’s list. Conversation flows just as it had during our date. With every passing minute, I keep thinking of how much I really like being with Finlay. Dessert is a frozen chocolate ice cream cake with a thick glossy shell. We share the rich piece, sitting next to each other at the table, leaning in, with shoulders and thighs touching.
He insists on helping me clear the table and wash the dishes. We work well together. I’m still embarrassed about the state of my kitchen, but he must have a very good poker face or he’s just a genuinely awesome human being because a judgmental look hasn’t crossed his features even once.
I set the last dish in the cabinet and then drop the dish towel on the counter. Turning around, I find Finlay waiting for me. "All done?"
He slips his arms around me. His voice is low, and rough, and stokes the desire that’s been curling through my system all evening.
I cup his face in my hands. He’s gorgeous. Those eyes, those lips. Every cell in my body pulses with the ache to kiss him. Gazing into hazel eyes that never fail to draw me in, I bend my head and the press of his lips against mine is heady, thrilling, and perfect.
He tastes tangy and sweet, like wine and chocolate and tomato sauce. I trace my fingertips down his neck and over his chest, learning his body and what he likes. With a sigh, he roams his hands over my back. The light massage feels incredible.
We’re not in a dark, damp parking garage. We’re in my kitchen, and have all the time in the world. I slow my kisses, savoring Finlay’s taste and the scent of his shampoo, the way his arms feel around me, how his fingers press into my muscles. And how he whispers my name.
The slow kisses turn into a slow grind. Our hips gliding together spikes arousal and deepens need. Finlay is hot and hard and I want to feel him without the barrier of clothing. He must feel the same because he tugs my shirt over my head. I happily help him toss the material aside.
"I’ve been dreaming about these muscles." Glittering gaze raking over me and warm breath whispering over my skin, he strokes his hands over my chest and stomach, leaving tingling trails in their wake. "You’re so strong."
My hands aren’t gentle as I push his sweater and the gray tee he’s wearing underneath up and off. His hands are popping the button on my jeans and I’m so turned on, desperate to feel his hand on me, like he did in the parking lot. "Touch me."
I can’t hold back my groan as his fingers close around me. I also can’t keep my hands still. In the span of seconds, I have his jeans open and his blue boxers are poking through. I grab his hands and place them on the counter at his back. "Leave them there."
"Mateo." Eyes heavy-lidded, he pants my name.
"I need to touch you." I drift a fingertip down his stomach, over the pale brown hairs of his happy trail. He sucks in his muscles and groans. His fingers grip the counter, turning white at the knuckles.
I ease the waistband of his boxers down, slowly, freeing his cock inch by inch. The tip is wet and when I trace my finger across it, Finlay bucks his hips.
"Mateo, please. I need—"
"This?" I wrap my hand around his shaft. He’s hot and hard and biting his lip. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
"Yes. More." His head falls back as I jack him. I can’t resist leaning in and kissing my way along the column of his throat. He gasps and then his arms are around me, roaming over my back and my shoulders, squeezing the muscles like he’s as restless and desperate for more as I am.
His fingers dive into my hair and urge me to turn my head, directing my mouth to his waiting lips. I lose myself in the way our tongues play, licking and teasing, spiking my need higher.
Finlay works one hand between us and grasps my cock again. It’s my turn to collapse. I drop my head to his shoulder. His hands are like magic. Skimming, stroking, squeezing, and sending electric sensations sparking through me. As amazing as this is, I need to make him feel as good.
I have to bend my knees a bit to make us the same height, but doing so lines up our cocks. I wrap my hand around us both. Finlay catches on to what I’m thinking and his hand joins mine.
Together, we thrust into the tight grip. The feeling of his cock rubbing against mine is so freaking sexy and I know I won’t be able to last. Not this first time. I’m too keyed up. He’s too hot. And I’ve been wanting this for too long.
My free hand grasps his shoulder. I’m digging in, and I hope I don’t leave bruises on his skin. His free hand is locked around my hip and his fingertips curl into my ass, keeping me close and urging me against him.
His pupils are blown, surrounded by a thin ring of brown-green. His lips are parted, and his breath puffs against my cheek. I shift my head until our mouths are joined once more. My lips are so sensitive, trailing over the soft pillow of his mouth.
He bites my lower lip. The unexpected spark of pain spurs me on and my pace increases. At the sizzling in the base of my spine, my grip on his shoulder tightens. I thrust faster. Pleasure rockets through me. My hips jerk uncontrollably. The slick slide of our cocks brings me over the edge. Groaning, I lean my forehead against Finlay’s, letting him take over stroking us off as I spill over our hands.
"So sexy." Finlay whispers. His hand continues to pump slowly, setting off little quakes of pleasure.
My pulse thuds in my ears as I suck in breath. I wonder if he can feel my racing heart. We continue to kiss, and it’s making all my warm and sated feelings amplify. He’s still hard, and I need to take care of him.
